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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.