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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.