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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.