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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.