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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the rap 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.