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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
MC5,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.