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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.