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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.