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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Deakin,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.