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 Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.