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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.