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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Colin Newman 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.