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 East Timor and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.