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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.