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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.