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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.