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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.