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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.