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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.