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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.