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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.