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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.