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 Chile and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
The Busters,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.