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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.