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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.