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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Visage,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.