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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.