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 Afghanistan 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.