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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Shanghai and Calgary.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.