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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.