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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.