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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the funk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.