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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.