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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Faust,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.