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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.