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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.