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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.