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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.