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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.