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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.