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 China and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.