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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Fear,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.