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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.