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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.