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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun 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?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.