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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.