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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.