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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.