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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.