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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.