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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.