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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.