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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.