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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Darondo,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.