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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.