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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Magma,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.