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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.