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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Index,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.