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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Slave,
Qualms,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
ABC,
Ten City,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.