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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.