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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.