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 Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.