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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.