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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.