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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.