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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.