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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.