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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.