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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.