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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.