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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
cv313,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.