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 Tehran.
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 Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.