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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.