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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.