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 Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.