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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 theremin 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.