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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott 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?
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.