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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.