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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.