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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
10cc,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.