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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.