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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 American Breed to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Television,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.