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 Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.