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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Pole,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.