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 Syria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s 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 The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.