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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.