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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.