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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.