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 Tunisia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.