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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.