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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Organ,
Whodini,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.