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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.