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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.