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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.