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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.