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 Samoa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.