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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
CMW,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
New Order,
DNA,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.