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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.