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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.