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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Fear,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.