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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.