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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.