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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
JFA,
Skriet,
Josef K,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.