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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.