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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.