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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.