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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Nas,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.