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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.