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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.