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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.