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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.