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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Lyres,
Crime,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.