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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.