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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.