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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.