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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.