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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.