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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Faust,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.