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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Organ,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.