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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.