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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.