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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.