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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the rap 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.