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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.