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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.