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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.