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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.