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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 marimba 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.