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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.