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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.