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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
CMW,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.