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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.