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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.