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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Fluxion to the jazz 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.