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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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?
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.