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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.