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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.