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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.