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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt 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?
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.