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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Can,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.