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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.