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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slackers to the grunge 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.