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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.