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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.