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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.