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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.