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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Brick to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.