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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.