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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.