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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Technova,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.