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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Crime,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.