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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.