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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.