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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.