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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.