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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.