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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 The Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.