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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
JFA,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.