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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.