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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The United States of America to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.