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 Cambodia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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?
Trumans Water,
New Order,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
UT,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.