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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.