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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
PIL,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.