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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.