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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
The Fall,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.