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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Television,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.