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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.