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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Index,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.