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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.