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 Finland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.