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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.