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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.