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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.