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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Nas,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
UT,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.