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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.