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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.