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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.