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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Pretty Things 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.