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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.