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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 June Days to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Television,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
UT,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.