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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 The Names to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.