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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.