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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.