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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Franke,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.