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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.