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 China and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.