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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Organ,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.