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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.