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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.