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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Saints to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
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F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.