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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.