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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Nas,
Index,
The Names,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.