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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
X-101,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.