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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.