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 Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
cv313,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
the Human League,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.