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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.