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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.