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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Suburban Knight 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Index,
Mars,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.