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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
MC5,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.