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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.