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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Smog,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.