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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.