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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.