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 Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.