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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 The Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Model 500,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.