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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Ken Boothe 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 güiro and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.