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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Mars,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.