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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.