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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.