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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.