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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Franke,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Q65,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.