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 Macedonia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Skatalites to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.