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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.