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 Philippines and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
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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.