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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.