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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.