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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.