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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.