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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Malaria! to the grime 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.