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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 güiro 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.