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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.