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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the grime 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.