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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 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 Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.