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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.