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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.