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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.