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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.