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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Max Romeo 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Monks,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.