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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.