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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Vogues to the grime 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.