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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.