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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.