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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.