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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.