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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Yaz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.