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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.