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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.