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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Cluster,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.