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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Audionom,
X-101,
MDC,
Index,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.