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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.