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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.