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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.