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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.