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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.