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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson 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?
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.