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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
10cc,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.