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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Pole,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.