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 East Timor 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.