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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.