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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Pole,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.