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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.