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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Inner City,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.