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 China and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.