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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.