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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.