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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.