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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.