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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.