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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Model 500,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.