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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.