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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.