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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire 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 Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.