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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.