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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tremeloes to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.