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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.