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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.