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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.