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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.