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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Echospace to the rap 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.