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 India and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.