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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Visage,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.