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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.