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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.