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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.