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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.