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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.