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 Italy 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
UT,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.