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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Television,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.