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 Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.