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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.