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 Gabon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.