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 St Lucia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.