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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.