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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.