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 Fiji and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.