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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Sugar Minott 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.