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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
X-102,
DNA,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.