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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Index,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.