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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.