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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 The Moleskins to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Magma,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.