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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.