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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 United States of America to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.