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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.