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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.