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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.