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 Laos 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.