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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Television,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Yaz,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.