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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 Human League to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.