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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.