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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.