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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.