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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.