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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Nico,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.