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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.