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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.