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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Durutti Column 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.