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 St Lucia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Q65,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.