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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
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.