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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.