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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
X-102,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Can,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
cv313,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.