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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
MDC,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.