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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.