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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.