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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Television,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.