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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
X-102,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.