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 China and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the punk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.