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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
The Index,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.