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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.