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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.