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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.