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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.