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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Rakim to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.