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 Senegal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.