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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Ossler to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.