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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.