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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.