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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Pagans,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.