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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 guitar 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.