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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
MDC,
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You don't know what you really want.
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