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 Panama and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.