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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Slave,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.