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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.