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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Nico,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.