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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.