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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 The Index to the punk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.