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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Unwound,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.