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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The New Christs to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.