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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Japan,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.