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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.