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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.