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 Poland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.