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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Index,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.