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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.