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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.