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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.