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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.