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 Cameroon and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.