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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
10cc,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.