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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
10cc,
Skriet,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.