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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.