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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.