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 Grenada 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Monks to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.