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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.