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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.