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 Mexico 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.