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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.