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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.