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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.