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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.