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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 guitar 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.