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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 China Crisis 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Nas,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.