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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.