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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.