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 Sweden 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.