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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
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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.