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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.