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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Angels of Light to the rock 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.