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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.