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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.