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 China and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.