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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Wire,
DNA,
PIL,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.