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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Lalann,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.