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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.