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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smiths to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.