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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.