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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.