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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Slave,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.