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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.