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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.