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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.