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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 sitar 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.