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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.