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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.