Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.