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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.