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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
the Association,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.