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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.