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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.