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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
The Names,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
10cc,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.