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 South Africa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.