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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Average White Band,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.