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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 guitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare 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?
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.