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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.