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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.