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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.