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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Can,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
X-102,
Scan 7,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.