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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.