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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.