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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Saints to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.