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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.