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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.