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 Morocco and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Franke,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.