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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.