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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.