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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
The Names,
Pole,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.