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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.