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 Burundi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 theremin 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.