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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Index,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.