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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.