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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.