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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.