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 India and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.