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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.