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 Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Lagos and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.