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 Grenada and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.