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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.