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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.