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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 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 Smiths to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Index,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.