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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.