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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.