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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.