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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.