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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.