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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.