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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Index,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.