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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.