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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.