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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Raincoats to the funk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.