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 Sri Lanka 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.