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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.