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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.