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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.