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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.