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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
JFA,
Hashim,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.