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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.