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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.