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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.