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 France and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Technova,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.