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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.