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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
UT,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.