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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.