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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.