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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.