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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.