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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.