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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s 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 Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.