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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.