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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.