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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.