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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.