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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.