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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.