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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.