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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.