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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.