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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.