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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Stereo Dub to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.