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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.