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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moody Blues to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
X-102,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.