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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Josef K,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.