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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 rhodes 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 Davy DMX 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.