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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.