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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Nico,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.