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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.