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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.