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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Erasure,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.