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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.