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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
X-101,
Section 25,
Scion,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.