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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.