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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.