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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.