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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.