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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Aswad,
Gong,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
UT,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.