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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.