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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Monks,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.