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 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Index,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.