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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.