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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.