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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.