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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
PIL,
Rekid,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.