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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 Mars to the grime 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
The Victims,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.