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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.