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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Can,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.