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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 The Remains to the electroclash 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.