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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Human League to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders 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?
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.