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 India and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Slave,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.