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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.