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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.