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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.