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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Can to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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.