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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Cowsills to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.