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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Technova to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.