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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
CMW,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.