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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.