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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.