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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.