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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.