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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Litter to the grime 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.