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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.