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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.