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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.