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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.