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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.