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 Hungary and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.