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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.