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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Sonics to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
June Days,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.