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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Tom Boy 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.