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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
The Gories,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Japan,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.