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 Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.