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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the crunk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.