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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
cv313,
X-102,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.