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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Visage,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.